The pen romances
The blanks of paper
Inking a love-bite
To be read
And deciphered
By generations
To come
A tale of love
Is writing
As one heart pours
And another reads
To derive
An ode.

Things are things and
Verbs are verbs
When you hear chirps
It’s probably birds

Feet go in shoes
And shoes on the floor
Music echoes in ears
Leaving you wanting some more

A heart is a heart
Until it’s beats aren’t for you
Love isn't love
Until you share it with two

Then comes the end
As all good things must
Settle on the shelf
And gather life’s dust

"Too late" is a lie
So get back on your way
Start life over
If you can, start it today

Your eyes
Your smile
They take me places I haven't been in awhile
Your voice
Your sweet, sweet tone
I wish my feelings could forever be shown
Your kiss
Your touch
I'd give all only to have so much
Your time
Your heart
Though we are so far apart
Join me
Its all I ask
So I can no longer hide behind this hideous mask.

There is a girl 
Across from me 
Who goes running 
Barefoot 
At 5:00 
Every morning 
And you can see her trail 
As she runs through the dew  
Green imprints in a field 
Of silver 
And you can see 
How she lives 
For the sun 
To touch it's new rays 
Upon her back 
As she runs into a new day 
And now I see her 
Across from me 
Standing at her window 
Looking at the world 
With cautious hope 
But not going out 
To run barefoot 
At 5:00 
Every morning 
Because of the rain 
That blocks her 
From the dawns rays 
And I write this 
 as she stands by her window
I sit on my porch 
In broad daylight 
A clear blue sky above
And wonder what her rain could be